The Argonian gave a soft smile with Sabine's acknowledgement. "You may call me...Moves-Through-Grass. It is, um, easier than my Saxhleel name. I have been told." She replied. She spoke slowly, and very deliberately, with her words in a way indicative of someone who was not terribly comfortable with the language. She seemed to have to think about each word consciously, much as Kaleeth once had after she joined the pack. "And I would be...I would say it was an honor for you to visit my clan." 

As much as he preferred to stay out of it, even Lorag could recognize the "politics" of clans trying to gain favor. That wasn't to say that Grass' clan did not have suitable candidates, but he figured that Sabine should probably stay alert to all options. He leaned back in his chair and gave a nod to Sabine from further down the table. "It's not a bad idea to look at options in other clans. Just remember, you've got all of the clans at your disposal, basically. You can afford to be picky."

The general hum of conversation was starting to grow around them as the topic drifted away from Do'rhajul himself, and the other clan leaders were not giving such rapt attention to Meesei and her pack. Though, there were certainly still matters that were not yet resolved. The Daggerfall clan leader was still giving Sabine the occasional, strange look, and Ri'kalesh still appeared upset as well. The Dunmer clan leaders had already grabbed Fendros' attention earlier, and Meesei had some questions for Lunise and Marod, and at least a few quick words for Rhazii as well. However, none of it was suitable for the feast itself, and likely would all be addressed more privately afterwards.